Under the neon lights of Lucky Strike Lanes, even gutter balls have glamour.
Our school staff holiday party happens here every year. But I've been out of the bowling loop for a while. Since December 2009, to be exact. That year, I set the school's low score record. In the first game, I bowled an 8; the second, a 25.
With 2 legs.
This year, I'm back. And better yet, BIONIC. Word on the street (started by me, of course) is that I'm going to break my own score barrier. "With a prosthesis," I joke to my colleagues, "I'll be a better bowler." And it's a pretty safe bet. With scores that low, there's nowhere to go but up.
In case you're wondering, my fancy Genium knee does not have a "bowling mode." Or at least I didn't have the forethought to ask Prosthetist Tim to program one!
|Fueling up at Fergie's!|
Fergie's Pub is surprisingly crowded for lunch time -- or maybe it's just that we teachers don't get out much! Either way, if the sweet potato fries are any indication, it's going to be a high-scoring afternoon.
Other teachers have already started bowling around us. Among the fluorescent lights and music, Corrine and Bethany type our names into the electronic scorer.
Before I even pick up a bowling ball, I notice how slippery the floors are. It's like the white soles of the bowling shoes are coated with Vaseline!
Chase hands me a 6-pound ball and spots me as I take my place the head of our lane. "Don't go past this line," she points. "It's even more slippery there."
|And... GUTTER BALL!|
|No records yet, but at least|
I'm not alone!
"Which arrows?" I reply.
She points them out. And I realize they've been there all the time, about 10 feet from away from me, lined up in V-formation like a flock of birds heading south.
"Aim for the center one," she says.
I do. And I hit ONE PIN!
Well, a taste of success is all this team needs. Don't forget, we're teachers.
A frame or two later, Bethany suggests I squat instead of using my awkward, unstable lunge. "That's supposed to HELP your momentum," she tells me. But I agree with her. It's not helping at all. It's throwing me -- and my ball -- off balance.
|Blinkin' lights and all!|
When 10 frames are over, I've hit my HIGH SCORE record. A whopping 31. And to add to the glory, I haven't even come in last!
But watch out everybody. Practice makes perfect.